You know you have PTSD when you miss half your university lecture because
a) You were too busy listening to a class from seven years ago and you didn't know who to listen to- your prof or your scary teacher and felt it was better to listen to the teacher. :mad: (It's driving me crazy. These lectures and the school lessons... why does my mind have to overlap them so? :cry::tdown: )
b) you blacked out/ got paralysis (I still don't know the actual term for whatever's happening.) ... again. :confused:
c) You came in late because it took you a while to figure out where the hell you were and you didn't remember where your class was until a friend found you in the hallway or that you even had a class.
You know you have PTSD when:
You, as one of the most talkative people in school, have people come up to you, say hi, and you just smile and nod, not understanding the conversation or why they're talking to you, so you're just trying to figure out who people are without being rude.
You know you have PTSD when some guy at the front of the class randomly starts talking to you, continues talking to you, and you just nod, try to play along, only to realize eventually that he's the teacher... you then spend the next two minutes hoping you didn't say anything to him.
You know you have PTSD when you try to grab something to ground you, but as soon as you have it you have nooo idea where you're going, who people are, where you are or why you even got a peppermint tea.